Neighborhood Gossip Gets Spicy
A husband came home, wide-eyed, and said to his wife, “The guys at the club swear our mailman has slept with every woman on our street except one.”
His wife raised an eyebrow, sipped her tea, and said, “Well, it’s got to be Paula.”
The husband blinked. “Wait… how do you know it’s Paula?”
She smirked. “Because everyone else has already mentioned how reliable our mailman is.”
He turned pale. “Reliable?!”
She patted his hand. “Oh, relax. He always delivers… the mail, that is.”
But somewhere, Paula was fuming—left out again.
